Post by Poppy Lockwood on Dec 17, 2015 1:23:22 GMT -6
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As she waited for his next move, she took her hot cocoa from the table she left earlier. Her sipping stopped when she realized his hands had grapsed the hem of his shirt. He was going to do it. Poppy had a sneak peek of what was to come.
"Oh dear Patch, it takes a lot more than just abs to get me to fall in love with you. But if I do write sonnets about it, I'll make sure to keep my stalking tendencies confidential," she teased. Not that she had ever written sonnets or poems about Patch -- the character -- or any fictional character really. Well, reading fanfiction was another story.
Poppy lifted the mug to her face as she drank him in -- the sight of him. Her eyes took their own sweet time as they travelled over him. Finally lifting the mug down, she smiled flirtatiously. "Stunning." Indeed he was and Patch clearly seemed to know it himself. She liked a confident guy. "Why don't you take it all the way off?"
He then turned the tables and now the spotlight was on the girl. A little intrigued with how the night was turning out, she set the mug back on the table as she considered his words. "Why, is this some cheap ploy to make me take off my clothes?" The brunette repeated his earlier words. She toyed with the top button of her buttoned down plaid shirt. "It depends, do you like mystery, Patch?"
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Post by Patch Adams on Dec 17, 2015 16:54:37 GMT -6
Patch chuckled at Poppy's words, glad she had a sense of humour. "You say that now." He teased back before the big reveal. Watching Poppy as she stared at him almost ravenously, her one liner made him laugh out loud. He dropped his shirt and shook his head at her question. "Jeez, Poppy. Take me to dinner first."
Giving her an amused look at her throwing his words back at him, Patch leaned back in his seat after picking up his mug of hot cocoa. "I'm surrounded by hundreds of them right in this room everyday. That's a bit of an understatement."
Part of him was glad she wasn't taking her shirt off and revealing too much. She had already gone to a level higher than he had expected. And they didn't even know each other past their first names. If she kept her shirt on for the night, their next meeting would be a lot more satisfying.
Post by Poppy Lockwood on Dec 17, 2015 22:40:41 GMT -6
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The girl threw her head back as a laugh escaped herself. She took her time to collect her thoughts -- everything happened so quickly. One minute Patch was baring his stunning physique and the next the shirt was down, briefly mentioned dinner before the tables turned.
Poppy's fingers stopped toying with the button and instead leaned her head on the hand as she stared at the man across from her. "Okay, that's true." If she had thought to actually reveal her physique, that thought was no more. It seemed ridiculous especially since he was clothed fully once again.
For someone who lacked social skills, the brunette considered the night playing out fairly well. Unless at the end of the night he turned out to be uninterested or unavailable or gay then that would be a shame. "Why are the good looking ones always gay?" she thought before realizing she had muttered it out loud. Her brown eyes went wide.
"Please tell me I did not just say that out loud. I meant errm to ask you about...dinner? I don't think you're gay that was just a really really random thought..." Her words rushed and she mentally kicked herself before picking up the mug to hide the embarassment on her face.
Post by Patch Adams on Dec 18, 2015 4:15:17 GMT -6
It was a nice feeling making someone laugh, it also chased whatever darkness he had unintentionally sucked out when the lights went out. It was a good thing his abilities weren't external so his companion wouldn't even know he was out of sorts. But her laugh was definitely saving the situation.
When she agreed that it would be less of an intriguing idea to undress, Patch's respect for the girl grew. She knew how to pick her battles, even though said battle was as trivial as their current situation.
Then, the statement he had not actually thought would come to light did and a surprised snort, followed by a hacking cough from having drank from his mug mere seconds before the statement. "First of all...thank you for calling me good looking." He coughed a few more times trying not to laugh. "Secondly no. I wanted to give the other good looking gays a chance without me as competition." He chuckled good-naturedly, unencumbered by the fact that she had said what she said, even if she denied that she meant it.
"And yes. Dinner would be great." He grinned before turning around to see how the weather was. "Jesus it's still pouring out."
Post by Poppy Lockwood on Dec 18, 2015 8:25:13 GMT -6
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"Hey, I'm only telling you what I bet you obviously already know...and how thoughtful of you." She liked his sense of humor. "Besides being competition, you are giving every straight woman a chance with a fine man like yourself -- which we are clearly deprived of since most of them decided we were not worth the time of day." The amount of homosexuals she had met in the academy was unimaginable. "Thank you, Patch for joining the dying breed."
Poppy could tell the question surprised him by the almost choking that came from him. It was her intention to determine his sexuality subtly. But apparently it did not go as she had planned thanks to her mouth for blurting every thought that passed through her mind.
The brunette smiled at the mention of dinner. She agreed with him -- dinner would most definitely be great. Her eyes followed his outside. It would be a shame if she had to walk the journey back in the rain but then she remembered what Patch had said earlier before the lights went out. "Hmm is that offer of yours still open? I'm only staying at the academy -- Bellefonte. Do you know it? Either way I can give directions."
Post by Patch Adams on Dec 18, 2015 18:03:53 GMT -6
"You're right, I do already know." He chuckled. If you had it, flaunt it. He was modest, sure, but come on, he liked his face. He had a good one. He wouldn't go so far as to say he was eligible to join a 'dying breed' as Poppy has said, but he was quite fetching.
The question about the offer had Patch nodding. "Do you want to go back now? And yeah, I was from there too." He smiled and nodded. "What do you have?" He asked, something which seemed to be a calling card for their kind whenever they first meet.
Post by Poppy Lockwood on Dec 18, 2015 18:23:21 GMT -6
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Poppy thought of the man's question. Did she want to go back now? As much as she liked Patch's company, she had not forgotten her book. The other Patch. Plus, she had curfew. Mentally groaning, she cursed herself for still staying in the academy when most kids her age were out there living on their own or so but basically with no curfew.
Before she could reply, Patch's words surprised her. He was a mutant as well -- what a pleasant surprise. "Really, what grade were you in? I don't recall seeing you around. I'm sure I won't easily forget a pretty face." With some simple movements of her hands, she showed him what she could do. Seeing the stack of magazines on the coffee table, she used her power to make it seemed like it was floating. "Gravity manipulation."
Snapping out of it, she return its gravity and the magazines fell back down. "What about you, Patch?" Poppy asked with a smile.
Post by Patch Adams on Dec 18, 2015 19:01:41 GMT -6
"I graduated college two years ago. Spent most of my time in the bleachers getting high." He snorted with a shrug. "I wasn't much of a social butterfly back then. I have like...two best friends. One's a seven year old kid." He chuckled, running his hand through his thick hair. Even thinking of Nicky was enough to stave off the dark.
He paid attention to Poppy's demonstration and his smile widened. "Damn, that's cool." He nodded his approval before hesitating at the question. A little demonstration wouldn't hurt.
Giving a small smile, he tried not to think too much about it and beckoned a construct from the shadows behind Poppy and gestured for her to turn. It was just her name on the wall but it was clear to see, especially in the darkness.
"I can manipulate shadows." He shrugged before making the words disappear.
Post by Poppy Lockwood on Dec 18, 2015 19:23:38 GMT -6
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Doing the math in her head, whilst he had graduated from college, she had just graduated from high school. Their paths were unlikely to have crossed. Moreover, he was a hermit just like her. So that was that. "I would have never pegged you for an unsocial one... A seven year old? I have a cat for one." Poppy laughed at how ridiculous it had sounded.
It was the truth. The girl spent most of her time either locked in her dorm with her laptop, cat and books or out there pranking and using her powers way too many times.
She followed his gesture to turn and when she did, her breath caught in her throat. The words -- her name -- on the wall looked..."Beautiful," she told him what she thought of it. "And so cool."
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Post by Patch Adams on Dec 19, 2015 6:18:56 GMT -6
Although he wouldn't really be classified as a hermit, perse, Patch had a very small group of friends. Ever since he left the compound when he got his abilities, making friends had always been a little difficult. He was friendly, sure, but he didn't really connect well with people. Now flirting was a different matter. He didn't totally suck at that.
"Hey, cats are good best friends." He pointed out with a shrug, though the amused grin on his face said otherwise. He really couldn't say much since he hung out with a kid and his mother.
He smiled at her compliment. "Anyway, you wanna head out now? It doesn't look like it's dying down any time soon."
Post by Poppy Lockwood on Dec 19, 2015 6:56:14 GMT -6
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"Shut up," she said jokingly as she punched him in the arm lightly. It was always funny to see other people's reaction when Poppy mention her cat as a best friend. Some gave her weird looks and one even thought her parents were crazy to let their little child talk to a cat instead of a therapist about her lack of friends.
"Yeah, I think I should. Before curfew starts." She cringed at the thought of it. Whilst she had broke curfew before, the brunette had been caught a handful of times as well. She did not want to deal with anymore punishments especially with the holidays coming up.
Downing the remains of the hot coca, she finished it. "Ready. Eerrr, how about this?" Poppy gestured to her mug. By that time, she already stood up, retreating her steps backwards towards the kitchen thinking about washing it.
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Post by Patch Adams on Dec 21, 2015 15:30:26 GMT -6
The punch had Patch chuckling before raising both hands in defense. "What? I have a seven year old kid as a friend, who am I to pass judgment?"
The mention of curfew had him checking his watch and grimacing. Ten minutes to. They had to leave right now if they wanted to get in before the curfew.
"Oh just leave it in the sink. I'll deal with it when I get back." He waved it off and went down the stairs to switch everything off, save the lights at the stairs for Poppy to see coming down.
He grabbed an umbrella and his jacket and waited for Poppy before letting her have the umbrella. Pulling up his hoodie, he switched off the lights and locked the store up. He told Poppy to wait so he could bring the car around and quickly gestured for her to get in when he got it out.
The drive over to his old school compound was filled with mindless chatter and even more flirting and by the end of the ride, Patch was looking forward to their dinner. He waited until she was inside before driving back to the store to do a proper closing. Not even the shadows could have dimmed the grin on his face.